Lament of a Ghost

That day he could not forget, He was in washroom getting wet, A sharp pain rose in his chest, He could only sit at best, He could stand, But the body lay there like a heap of sand, He walked up to the wash to complete, Soon realized that the water was obsolete, He saw his sons and daughters gather, And all broke in tears, cries and grief rather, He tried to talk to them, But soon realized that he had vanished ahem, He cried and beat his chest with fists, But they were busy and preparing the work list, With heavy hearts they moved his listless body, And known and related gathered for life rhapsody, His procession walked through the streets, He flew over it crying loud in a plead, Please let me enter back, And reclaim my rack, Nobody listened, With heavy hearts, The procession hastened, He had the comfort, That they were still his cohorts, Now they came to halt, And put him down on asphalt, He saw a piece of ground up heaved, They had him lowered, They were still beside him, As he was lowered, He saw them looking down from the rim, They were placing flowers, And things he loved, Which they thought were no use and over, He still with wet eyes stayed afloat, They began to have the ground covered, They began to disperse and leave, He saw his dear children turn about and leave, He shouted hoarse, Don’t leave me behind, Take me along, I am yours and can’t be gone, But the world is that way, They left him in peace, And simply left for the day.